She could never ever ever ever ever ever ever get it into her thick head. So when pretending ends she'll have scattered her friends. And she'll find she'll wake up dead.
How can they be tired of England?. They'll never know the England that we know. Never know where the ones with dreams go, no. Never notice the skies with their eyes down low.
Four more rotations and no one will hurt. These are the things I dream of. I've been thinking through the drinking. Though my confidence is shrinking.
After a month our friendship waned. 'Cause you're ambitious to a fault. How did I let you in my brain?. Just look in these western eyes. . I've been lost a time or two.
The fights they never end. Like the nights they've taken me over. And yeah, I get the fear. But I cannot be bothered. . And all this waiting is just hesitating for nothing.
You got the world, boy. This all you make it?. You had the choice lad. You wouldn't take it. The oldest charm. Only the best for you. . And the years of my life.
Hails to the chancers. As boredom kills like cancer. We need dreams. For the romancers. And I'm looking to you. . Well, the life's so lonely. I need my one and only.
Shock after shock from the snake she bites. Happy hour downtown, ladies night. With your townie boys who make your brethren fight. Night after night after night after night, go.